memorable

Bedtime: ~ 12:30
WBTB: No
Aids: None
Recall: Medium
Vividness: High
Awesome Factor: Medium

I'm in what looks like a high school gymnasium, minus the bleachers, with a bunch of other people. I don't know why we are there, but I don't think we are actually attending high school. The only person there with me that I think I recognize is a middle-aged woman, C, whom I'd had some classes with in grad school.

I think people have sleeping bags and/or are just hanging out on the floor. There is a television at one end of the room, and someone puts on The Avengers. In the dream I don't own the movie yet, and am super excited that it's already out on DVD/Blue-ray.

Suddenly Tom Hiddleston-as-Loki is there in real life, performing his confrontation with Odin in Thor, except that Odin isn't there and Tom/Loki is facing us. He's only a few feet away and I realize, to my delight, that I've basically got front row seats. I'm sitting just behind C. I'm pretty sure we're sitting on the floor. The weird thing is that we're sitting on the stage and Tom is performing from where audience would normally be. (I don't think my dream self considered this weird, though.)

Tom is dressed pretty much the same as Loki in the movie, except he has a neck brace with writing on it, as if friends had written on it like people do on casts in school. Anyway, I feel so lucky to be there, and I'm totally feeling his performance. I actually get shivers. My attraction to him is secondary to the fact that I'm getting to see this amazing actor perform live and so up close.

Tom is gone now, and I realize that I've been resting my forehead on the back of my former classmate's shoulder. I'm disappointed that instead of enjoying Tom's performance fully and maybe getting some eye contact, I've been hiding my face. I'm also distraught about what the C must have thought about the close contact -- we barely know each other, after all. She has gone somewhere, but I decide that when she comes back I'll apologize and tell her I was tired or had a headache.

Next, I'm outside. It is nighttime, and it looks like I'm on or very near a college campus. There's an abandoned building made largely of glass, which I enter. The ground is earth, and I'm excited to see that it is littered with beautiful crystals. I'm particularly in awe of this huge quartz crystal that must be at least 2/3 my height. It is lying flat on the ground. When I come closer to take a look at it, I see that there is a beautiful, large blue topaz crystal inside the giant quartz, maybe six inches from the point. I decide that I must take it home, worrying if I'll be able to carry it, but when I touch it, it feels like plastic and I'm disappointed.

There is a cluster of topaz or aquamarine lying on the ground nearby. These are attached to the matrix, so I'm sure these are real. However, I don't want to dig it up with my bare hands, so I leave to get some kind of tool.

Outside, I meet a college girl. She says I shouldn't be walking around alone at night, though she's doing the same thing. When I tell her or she sees that I'mgoing to the abandoned building with the crystals, she says she knows it, and seems excited to accompany me. (I don't remember if I got a tool or not.) As we approache the building, however, three female employees from a nearby store are keeping watch over it, since people aren't supposed to be entering.


Key thoughts/emotions: Elated, Uplifted, Impressed, Embarrassed, Disappointed


Interpretation: I think this dream says a lot about my beliefs regarding my acting career, or just creativity and self expression in general. I'm watching one of my favorite actors peform; he's totally in the flow, and I'm feeling it as well. I'm on stage, and yet I'm hiding my face.

If the quartz crystal were the human body, the blue topaz would be in about that same region as the fifth chakra, which is seen as blue and associated with creativity and self-expression. I think it's too good to be true (feels like plastic), so I focus on some more realistic mediocre crystals. Yet I don't want to get my hands dirty, so I go looking for a tool and end up locked out and without any crystals.

My original interpretation is that I don't believe that I can really have what I want: an exciting, fulfilling career that puts me in the spotlight (the big quartz with the topaz inside), but I don't want to settle for a mundane job or getting little reward for my efforts (not wanting to get my hands dirty getting the smaller cluster).

Dream dictionary entries, however, suggest that plastic can means not being true to oneself. This would change the interpretation from simply not believing I can have a successful career to not being meant for great things , but not wanting to settle for less.

Both are pretty gloomy interpretations for a dream that initially left me smiling.

Trying to post stuff again.
I think I'll write down dreams related to the templar story first, because I really want to have that stuff written down properly, so I figure I might as well start there.
I'll get to more current dreams after that.

My vision normalizes as my naked feet gently touch down in the sand. I'm on a beach.
I am somewhat blinded by the reflection of the sun on the near white ground.
It is very hot; I can clearly feel the pressure of the heat on my skin.
There's a lot of noise. People running into the ocean. Kids playing ball.
Music coming from god knows where. People seem to be partying.

All in all it feels rather uncomfortable. It isn't the heat or the noise though.
I'm not in a good mood. I don't feel like being surrounded with joy right now. It just doesn't feel right.
Now where's that fucking bird... yes... of course. At a bar talking to some girls.
Where else would he be?


He's a rather interesting creature. You don't meet many talking birds, and this one definitely has an attitude.
This one is pitch black with a single red feather in his tail, which I think he dyed that color.
It looks kinda cool actually, but he is a little full of himself. He also talks a lot.

As I approach the bar the girls leave giggling. He probably told them one of his famous stories.
I sit on the bar stool closest to him.

"Crow!"
"What the- Hyu!"
"Indeed"
"The fuck are you doing here mate? Did you bring Yuya? Where is Yuya?"
"What is it with you? Always only interested in the girls."
"What is it with you always calling me Crow?"

"You remind me of a talking bird going by that name."
"Uhuh? And who would that be? Are you making fun of me?"
"Crow helped save the worlds of Stark and Arcadia dear friend. He's a hero."

But that's not why I'm calling you Crow.

"Stark and Arcadia? I've never heard of such worlds."
"They're- worlds in another realm."

Or rather in a video game, but I feel like leaving out that detail.

"So, what brings you here? I've never seen you around here."

I pick up his drink because it is rather curious looking.
Further inspecion reveals that whatever it is, it has a rather acrid smell to it.
I put it back down.

"I'm looking for you actually."

His eyes widen.

"Who- me?!"
"Yes, you. I'd like to ask you for a favor."

He looks a bit confused... or... at least I think he does. It is rather difficult to read the facial expressions of a bird.

"I need to locate an aura."
"You humble me. I am fairly skilled at tracking auras, but I highly doubt that I could find someone that you cannot."
"You see, the problem is not that I am unable to do the tracking myself. The issue is that I'm quite unfortunately being tracked myself, so I do not wish to reveal myself."
"Hyu- are you in trouble?"
"You have no idea friend."
"Wait. Seriously?"

*Sigh*

"It's pretty bad, can you help me out?"
"Yes! Of course!"
"There's a catch."
"Naturally..."
"I- I'm not entire sure what it is I'm looking for. I'll have to see what you see."
"You want to use the dragon eyes on me..."
"Indeed."
"Shit- bugger- fuck-"
"You okay?"
"Yes, yes. Follow me. I know a quiet spot."

He knows what's coming for him. I must have used the eyes on him in the past... I think?
I follow Crow into some sort of small tent.
He lands on a pedestral and I kneel down in front of im to get our eyes leveled.

"Are you ready?"
"No! Of course I'm not ready you moron."
"Moron?"
"Go ahead. Just please- try not to kill me."
"Any danger is entirely up to you."
"Yes yes. Don't resist. I know, I know. Let's just get this over with."

It is fairly safe to use the dragon eyes on someone as long as they do not resist.
Clearly the sharing of minds is not what the ability is intended for though.
It is a rather intrusive ability, and it goes against your basic instincts not to resist against it.
I stare into his pitch black eyes. He seems fairly relaxed which is good. This shouldn't hurt him.
I force myself into his mind using the dragon eyes. My vision fades.
The first thing I feel is fear and discomfort.
I can't blame him for that. It must be immensely uncomfortable to have someone intrude your mind like this.
Fortunately I feel no resistance from him at all. His self-control is rather commendable.

"You're doing well crow."
"Obviously."
"Yes..."

A new scene appears.


A shared hallucination caused by the usage of the dragon eyes.

"This place gives me the creeps."
"Well. There ain't no girls in bikinis dancing about."
"No shit."

Well then. Time to see if that feeling is merely a delusion or if there is actually something behind it.

"Alright. Reach out as far as you're comfortable with. I'll try to guide your search."
"Mmmmmmhm"

I attempt to visualize whatever presence Crow feels as points of lights in front of me.
To my surprise, the only image that pops up is that of two rather largely breasted girls wearing bikinis.
The girls he was talking to at the bar earlier...

"Crow... focus!"
"But dear friend. I'd say that I am rather focused. Are you not impressed by how clear this memory is?"
"Dude... seriously?"
"The image... so clear and crisp... mmmmh."
"... This is really not the time for-"
"Boobs? There's always time for boobies!"
"Pervert..."
"Pervert? You morbid cunt!"
"A morbid what now?"
"You heard me. Lousy, moronic fuckwit."

*Sigh* That bird likes to curse.

"I'm waiting for an apology!"

This is the point where I'm supposed to call him an incompetent and imbecilic waste of natural selection.

"Sorry... I'm really not in the mood for this."
"You... I..."
"Are you done? I really need to figure this out."
"Well... yes... sorry..."

I think he finally understands that this is serious.
I'm not blaming him for not taking me serious immediately though.
It's not like I'm known as a serious person. I like messing about. But today is different.

After a surprisingly short amount of time, Crow manages to focus on something that matches what I'm looking for.
I underestimated him. This was quite fast, especially considering the nature of what I'm searching for.

"Eeehm. The fuck is this? This is not a person?"
"Also where is this? This doesn't feel like a proper location. Something's off. Did I do it wrong?"
"Hmm... I'm not entirely sure where this is, or what it is that you have found. But I'm fairly certain that you have found exactly what I'm looking for."

This is very odd indeed. I know exactly what he means when he says that something's off. Something doesn't feel quite right, but I am uncertain as to why.
I can focus on any point close to the location, but not the very location itself.
It should also not have been possible to find anything using merely a vague feeling as a guide.

"Crow. I'm going there right now."
"That doesn't seem safe. Do you have any idea what to expect? I mean, you're not even sure what you're looking for."
"Nope."
"I'm tagging along."
"Huh? Why is that?"
"Curiosity."

After releasing Crow from my eyes, I have him sit on my shoulder and teleport the both of us to some point in close proximity to the location we've found...

So I'd been thinking lately, and LinkZelda and I discussed this last night, that it would be cool to change genders in a lucid dream. And not the thing I usually do where I grow boy parts and just stick it in whatever walks by me first. I wanted to actually turn into a guy, and ask a nice girl out on a date, maybe make out a little bit. The point was to have the experience, and not be a mindless dickhead out for sex, like I usually am in my gender bender lucids.

Anyway, so after working 6 days in a row, and thinking about this goal alot, I finally have 3 mornings in a row that I can sleep in. So last night I looked at pictures of pretty women, not overly PlayBoy-ish, just.. nice ones. And I settled on one and kept her in my mind.

Then this morning I tried for WILD. Woke up at 5am, then 7am, had a non lucid about zombies and grizzly bears (may post later), then kids woke me up a bunch of times. I was getting frustrated, but I kept my goals, and lucidity right at the top. I got up at about 9am, went pee and had some water, then lay back down. That did the trick, and pretty soon I drifted off, then rolled over and felt the vibrations.

I saw a bedroom form as my eyelids became transparent. Not my room at all. I slowly got out of the bed as usual and the sheets were stuck around my ankles a little. They vanished as soon as I walked towards the 4 doors in the room, looking for the one that led out. The first door had a dead bolt on it, so I turned it and opened the door, expecting it to be the way out, but it was a closet. I tried the next door and it led to a hallway.

I walked down the hall which opened into a livingroom, and there were a group of people sitting and watching TV. I looked for the lady that I wanted, but she wasn't there. A few older people were on the couch, and a really pretty young lady on the chair. Before I could think if I would ask her out instead, everyone in the room said "Hey Lisa." Crap, I'm still female! I asked them if any hot chicks came around looking for me, and they said no, without looking away from the TV. I went to the front door of the house and opened it, hoping to see a beauty on the other side. No one. So I decided to settle on the lady in the chair. I went to the large mirror behind the folks on the couch, and my reflection was basically me, with a long ponytail. So I looked at my reflection in the eyes and said "I am a really hot guy, named Michael." My hair cut short, and a ball cap appeared on my head. Despite some red-neckish looking clothes, I looked pretty good. Dark hair, blue eyes and chiseled facial features. Like what I ordinarily go for myself haha.

Anyway, feeling quite confident, I went up to the girl in the chair. She looked alot like this one actress, I'll see if I can find her pic and post it. I just took her hands in mine and said, "Hey, do you want to be my girlfriend?" She beamed and said "Ok!" First mistake: I didn't even ask her name. I led her into the hallway, and I suppose fearing for dream time, I just pushed her against the wall with my body. I took her face in my hands, and planted a kiss right on her lips. Then I used tongue. The whole time I kept my eyes open, just in case of accidental loss of lucidity (gotta work on that schema). The moment was so vivid. I kept feeling the skin on her neck and face, her hair, and all up and down her arms and body. A couple times I stopped to kiss her neck, and all along her jawline, loving all the chirpy little sounds that it elicited from her. [I gotta stop right here just to say this to the men in the audience: Bravo for every time you were ever in this situation and resisted the urge to just nail the girl. Because in the similar situation, I FAILED.] Her skin was so soft and satiny, and it would get flushed and burning hot to the touch wherever I kissed it, especially her neck. That neck, mmmmmmm mmm mmm! I ran my hand down the front of her shirt, stopping momentarily to cup a breast. I truly felt like I was going to explode on myself right then. I was really aroused, and my goals all went right out the window. Didn't ask her name, ask her out on a date, have ANY conversations of any kind. I just started ripping her clothes off right there in the hall. One goal. Solo. Uno. Everything else in the world was just gone. And I was punished for it. Right when I was about to give my first thrust, I woke up.

So...

I guess I can say that I'm happy that I got the opportunity that i wanted. I just need to play my cards better next time, and not be so greedy. I ended up DEILDing back into that same bedroom, but I woke up halfway down the hall

Edit: Oh it looks like I inadvertently completed the basic mirror task. 3 cheers for lucid mirrors!!

Edit again: The girl on the left is the one I wanted, the one on the right is the one I got (but with shorter hair and tanner skin). I can't complain.

24.6.2013

Enough (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The waves came in hard, sweeping me off my feet. Swimming against the tide at an angle, I try to regain my footing near the shore, but the unusually steep dropoff made things exceptionally difficult. The best I can manage is to grab hold of my baby sister’s raft and circle my father who hadn’t been phased by the tide.

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I make chase. Through the palace, the ramparts, the temple--merely a game. By the end, I’ve claimed two of the three boars...but I had never been invited to play.

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A crowd had gathered. My father lay upon the throne, sword through his throat, feast laid before him--still alive. Tears hit my cheeks and anger welled from the pit of my stomach. The culprit stood near my dying father, cold, emotionless--I understood why. Falling to my knees at his side, he managed a smile, telling me not to worry, he had been bested and that was that. But I in turn consoled him, pledging vengeance, pledging to finish what he started, assuring him of my abilities.

And so I turned to the warrior without a name, the warrior who possessed skill enough to slay my father... The challenge I set forth: first to seven hits, or last alive. Solemnly, he agrees, pulling another sword from his side. I grab a pillow sitting beside the throne. In a flash he strikes, slashing high--jugular to hip. I step out, parry with the pillow, and push away. A quick turn precedes his follow-up, but I’ve already trapped the reverse-handed strike, allowing me to parry again and make a hit on his midsection. “Hit,” I clarify, now standing a few paces away, pillow in hand.

Surprised, he takes a more cautious approach, circling me slowly. “You don’t know what I can do.” I tease, almost mockingly, before teleporting behind him. But he’s ready for it, dodging my feathery attack while launching his own counter. I jump back, putting us both right where we started.

Dropping the pillow, I broaden my stance and stomp the ground forcefully, tossing up a few small stones into the air. With a few quick jabs, the stones fly towards him; two make contact. “Hit. Hit.” Sensing an opening, he closes in, but I move backwards gracefully, bending water from the earth to deflect his blows. I flick my fingers. “Hit,” and again “Hit,” the water splashes against his face.

Clearly flustered, he fights water with water, pulling it from the earth as I had done. But I capture it in the air, whipping it around in a gust of wind: “Hit.” And that was that. He walks over to congratulate me on my win, sword still in hand, but then I remember, That was only six. Before he can end it in a single blow, I teleport into a flanking position and strike him with another pebble, sealing my victory and fulfilling my pledge...

Date: 25 June

Pre bed: SJW, 2xdrops p.oil

Total sleep time: 8 hrs

WBTB: 1 capsule p.oil, some frap

Comments: The sleep quality was very nice, so if I was simply looking to get some great sleep with vivid dreams and a nice atmosphere, this was the combo. Unfortunately the frap didn't help me much during WBTB. Managed to get another of my from scratch LD pack just before final wake.

Fragments: the whole night was about me and my classmates, back to my hometown and meeting everybody, birthdays, calls, etc. I have enjoyed the set of dreams, the mood was overly positive. There might have been some short lucidity involved pre WBTB but I have little memory. (susp.)

There also were some attractive items in a store, cakes with cream on top, and interesting looking flowers. Later on, a man was in the ladies room with a camera, I found that strange, but needed to dream pee.

LD Pack: I experienced two blackouts during the dream and this I guess made remembering it much harder.

I find myself on the top of a building, in front of me is another building, some kind of balcony and kids are jump falling downwards. This looks pretty weird but as I move forward I see that they falling on the surface of another level. They quickly come to me trying to interact but I am not interested, plus I need to stabilize. I rub my hands and concentrate on the feeling, there is some numbness below one of my thumbs. The dream feels fine, so I turn around and continue to enter the building, some kind of store initially. It seems like I am wearing tons of winter clothes and am sweating. I think at this point the dream fades and I wait.

The dream continues and I rub my hands again. There are little drops of sweat all over my palms, I try to find something to dry myself with and get some paper from my pockets. I go on with entering this store on top of the building and now find myself in some kind of a corridor. I decide it's time for my transformation, so go on all fours and pretend that I am a tiger. To my right is the glass of the corridor, dark outside, and I can see my reflection, the reflection of a tiger. I move around and try to behave like a tiger, roar although not as loud. I look at my paws but they keep shifting, the size of a tiger paw, and morphing between a fist and a paw. My reflection in the glass remains that of a tiger and that gives me some confidence. I keep on roaring and pretend now that I am fighting an invisible enemy so stand on my tiger feet and beat the air in front of me with my paws. At that moment some kind of a strange creepy mask flies out of nowhere straight into me/my face, but I attack/catch it with paws. The dream destabilizes and all is black.

I wait a bit and the dream comes back. More or less the same location but the surroundings have changed. I am happy because everything is much more stable at this point. It looks a lot like some kind of subway passage now. The way splits in two - stairs that do down and some other area that looks more appealing, but following the momentum I go down. Lots of DCs on their way as well. I have the feeling that I will get lost there, so go back up the stairs and to the other area. Some moment if enjoyment again because I was able to go back where I wanted to? It looks like a station and there is a sign with the name and of course I go closer to have a look because I want to know where I am. Dounut station? I concentrate but more letters are added. I realize that what I am doing is pointless, so move to the side. Maybe this isn't such a bad time to get naked, although I am really tired of trying and it not working out. I decide I will let my DCs undress me this time. Gosh I have tons of clothes on me. Anyways a DC woman in front of me is trying to take off my dream green cashmere pullover but stops before it covers my head. Another DC is working on my jeans and panties. This is very close to turning into a dirty scene. But that female DC is just so stuck dealing with my clothes, the dream fades and I find myself in bed. I wait but can't go back and maybe for the best.

Comment: OK, I really hope this is the last dream I am trying to do that. I really have no more interest in it, and my prospective memory should be concentrating on other tasks.

1. [non-lucid] After 3:00 I Think
Was in a car with my step-dad (Ray) driving and my uncle (David) sat in the passenger seat, I assume I'm sat in the back in my wheelchair.
We were following Mum in the car ahead on an American highway, Mum turns off the highway but Ray missed the turning and so we carried on going, there's a toll booth approaching so David got the money ready to pay.

The car we are driving appears to be right hand drive which is odd because were driving in America and of course they have left hand drive cars.

So we drive up to the toll booth pretty fast, Ray throws the money, I don't know where it went because I couldn't see but we got let through. Ray decides to floor it and do a 180 to the other side of the highway, we hit a police officer (African American woman with dark hair) who was walking across the highway and to make things worse there was a green & white police car on the other side that saw the 180 and the collision with an officer, we got told to stop so Ray pulled over in the middle of the road.

The car is now gone and was left just me in my wheelchair in the middle of a highway, the police officer pulls out a gold shiny sticker wrap thing (like the ones they put on your bags in the airport) and put it on my chair.

Fragments:
I had an invalid passport.

2. [non-lucid] Before 3:00 I Think
I think I was in the game GTA: SA and at the edge of the map i climbed a hill and on the other side there was flat grassy land that had craters with sand in them on it kinda like holey cheese, was really weird.


Times:
Sleep: 11:00 Attempted DILD
Alarm: 3:00 Attempted WILD/MILD (Fell asleep I think)
Wake: 8:00 - 9:00
Got up: 10://

I am outside of Colosseum in Rome when i realized i was dreaming. I jumped up to some old stone blocks to get up on the walls of Colosseum. Now i am at the top of Colosseum, and i let myself fall backwards back to the ground, in order to be able to completely trust the dream. I didn't feel the impact to the ground at all. I start walking along a cozy street, where i found i fountain and i drank some water. Weirdly it helped against my thirst. I continue walking along the street, until i found a tiny store. The store had a ice cream fridge, and three sodas on a shelf. I ask a lady in the chair behind the counter how much it will cost, she said three euros. I felt in my pocket and found 10 euros. I give the soda to the man in the counter, but he got a phone call and brought the soda with him. I didn't care so much, i just walked out of the store cause i have a lot to do.

I walk a bit until i realize, i am in my own town. I am just over the buss-station when i hear the horns from the TARDIS from doctor who. The sound is coming from the park close to the buss-station and i ran to it. When i arrive at the park, the TARDIS is already gone. I can now see the TARDIS at the buss-station which i had just left, but now there are a bunch of daleks there as well. I jump up in the air and got shot in the foot by a dalek, it hurted like hell. I fly further and further up and the daleks keeps on trying to shoot me. I use my powers to bring them down to the ground. I start accelerating and i am now going too fast, that made me woke up.

1. [non-lucid]
I'm on a ship doing gymnastic swinging off the ships ropes and sails while in a sword/fist fight, (probably with a pirate)(I remember thinking: don't fall off the ship as I went quite high) this went on for about 5 minutes.

The pirate knocked me to the floor, I struggled to get up as he attempted the finishing blow, then all of a sudden I was saved (by a bullet?) at the last second by the actual crew of the ship who where held hostage I assume by my attacker.

Captain Jack Sparrow took the ship the wrong way or something, then left the ship

Were on land in some sort of town square (There's a yellow haze on everything as the sun shines down, like a sort of sepia tone), the ground laid with bumpy light-grey cobblestone, there's a cobblestone and wood building to the right, there's a cobblestone road going straight with a dock along it and buildings, there's a building in front of to the left, I think there's a well in the center of the town with a stall across from it. we are searching for Captain Jack Sparrow after he ran away.

Times:
Sleep: 11:10 Attempted DILD
Alarm: 3:00 I hadn't slept before 3 anyway
Wake: 8:00 - 9:00
Got up: 9://

Dreamed that I found a white plastic bag, which was shaped like it had some papers in it.
From that plastic bag, I pulled out a backpack.
From that backpack, I pulled out a hot air balloon.
Everyone on the beach was mirin' my hot air balloon.
A cute brunette came up and talked to me. Took that bitch for a ride.

Very lovely dream

So In my dream, I’m sitting in a room with a doctor. The doctor kind of looked like the character who played the father in Fallout 3, and the room was like an interrogation room; white walls, a metal table with metal chairs, and a big one way glass window. I was really there to be psychologically evaluated (Coincidentally I talked about being psychologically evaluated with my parents in real life a few days prior to the dream.) While in this room the doctor told me that we were almost done with testing, and that I had one more left to do (I don’t remember the previous tests.) I told the doctor that I was ready. The doctor then bent downward to grab something; I was presented with a glass of water. “Tell me, is this glass of water half empty of half full?” The doctor asked.

I leaned down to get a closer look at the glass of water to see if it really was half empty or half full, but it was completely in half. The glass the water was in was straight and didn’t have slanted sides like most cups do. I contemplated with myself to decide whether or not it is half empty of half full. I look up back at the doctor and think about what the doctor might be thinking. Then I thought to myself “Why is this glass of water even here? Why do they even give this test anyways? If I pick half full I’m an optimist, if I pick half empty I’m a pessimist. Why the fuck should this matter anyway?” During this I kept a straight face in front of the doctor so that I could keep him guessing.

“I bet you want me to pick half empty don’t you, because I look like I’m pessimistic. But if I choose half full you’ll think I’m doing it to prove you wrong. You know what, Fuck this glass of water!” After thinking to myself I made my decision. “You know what; can I drink this glass of water?” I asked the doctor “By all means go ahead.” The doctor replied. I smiled, picked up the glass of water, and prepared to drink. But before I could feel the first cold drop on my lips I stopped midway. I thought about drinking this glass of water and what it might mean for the results of the test. “What would it yield?” I thought. I put the glass of water back down, I leaned back on my seat, took a deep breath, looked at the glass of water, then back at the doctor.

I looked the doctor square in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry for what I’m going to do.” I took my left hand, raised it in the air and swiped the glass off of the table. It hit the wall and shattered into pieces leaving a watery mess on said wall and floor. I looked at the doctor’s face and saw that he kept a mostly straight face, but I felt the shock the doctor felt. “Screw that glass of water, I choose neither half empty nor half full.” I told him “Very well Edward, I’ll evaluate your results and be back with you shortly.” The doctor said (Edward is my real name), and then he got up and walked out of the room. I leaned forward on the table, rested, and held my hands in front of me and thought about what I’ve done. “What is this doctor thinking now?” I said.

After a few minutes of waiting I heard footsteps in front of the door. I was excited about what the results might be, but before the door opened I heard a radio like sound, kind of a like a walkie-talkie. As the door opened the doctor entered the room, but he wasn’t alone. Along with him were two armed security guards, and they didn’t look friendly. I slumped back on my chair and held my head down looking up at the doctor and these guards, analyzing them. The doctor told me that I have become a great hazard and I am not permitted to leave, and that I had to be taken away to a facility. Those guards were my escorts.

Inside it felt like I was heating up, like I was burning inside. Gradually whatever the doctor was saying to me started to fade away, to a point where all I could hear were my breathes and heartbeat. My breathing started to get faster as the doctor was talking, he then motioned to the guards to take me. As they were approaching me my heart raced, my breathing quickened, and all I heard were a ringing, my heart, and my breaths. Then out of nowhere a loud whisper came upon me, “BREAK!” My brain clicked and I then felt a rush. I immediately sprang up; the guard on my right grabbed my shoulder. I grabbed his left wrist with my right hand, swooped under him, punched his side with my left hand, grabbed his wrist with my left, and pushed his left elbow forward, breaking it. The other guard, tried to charge at me, pulling out his gun. I back kicked him with my left leg. He staggered backwards and hit the wall behind him. He raised the gun in hand ready to shoot me. Simultaneously I picked up the metal table in front of him. The guard shot the gun at me, the bullet hit the table. I kicked the table as hard as I could and knocked out the second guard.

My eyes were wide open; my head was pulsating, and took a deep breath. I looked at the doctor with a 1000 yard stare, and slowly approached. He smiled reached in his pocket and pulled out a device with a red button on it. He pushed the button, which turn on the alarm to the building. “The secrets you want you can’t have, you’ll have to take them!” The doctor yelled, and then bolted out of the room. I chased after him until I was outside of the room. It was large hallway with many doors, and I was at the center. The doctor ran down the left side of the hallway and turned the corner. I was about to chase him, that was until right after he turned a large group of security guards appeared and headed right towards me. The sound of everything started to fade away again until I heard my breath and heartbeat again. I approached them as they were approaching me, then I awakened.

The fact that I was able to get all this detail from a dream has gotten me all flabbergasted. But this dream really hit me and I tried to remember as much of it as possible, and wrote down whatever I could as soon as I woke up. Please I need to know what this means!

Morning of June 23, 2013. Sunday.



This dream is a strange interesting reminder of a “Creatures on the Loose” comic book I read as a boy…hard to believe really, as this old comic book was the last thing on my mind. However, as usual, there was some “funny business” involved in real life, once again, that I have only verified now after research.

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In my dream, I am at my sister Marilyn’s house. I am, for some reason, living in that house on Loomis street with my wife Zsuzsanna (though she has never been to America). This was where I was staying when I first got a letter from her in real life via the PAIA notice (based in my hometown in Florida at the time) that I answered. A couple local detectives (they turn out to be someone else, though) come by to tell us that they need to get human remains from the ground in the front of the house, rather specific in where they will look - to my left when facing the front door. We have to sign some documents to give them permission. I am not sure whose human remains they are looking for, or how long they had supposedly been there - maybe it is just like one of those seemingly endless in number television shows and movies where the killer leads the police to where his victims are buried. They begin their work, but something is up. Somehow, upon looking at a computer screen that is connected to their operation, my wife and I notice that it appears there are people digging in various x-marked spots all over the world around this time (we view a world map with various prompts and icons), including Africa, Canada, South America, and even Norway. They still may be connected with government, it seems, but they were not honest with us in what they were really looking for.

Even though it was not originally supposed to be such a big deal, we later notice that not only are the intersections at both ends of our street blocked off from the public, there is some sort of weird parade going on. We see two rows of eight girls in red outfits with skirts and silver “tinsel” (in an otherwise western hanging fringe-like fashion) doing a marching and dancing routine on the right (south) end of our street. They seem to be part of some sort of law-enforcement or national security group. They turn around each time to repeat the routine, and continue to block the area. There are only a few members of the puzzled public around, watching and wondering, I suppose. We are then told that no “local calls” are allowed (and apparently no one can leave their home or at least their street for awhile, either). “Local calls” seems to be a big deal for a time - as if they were more of a way to stop (or inquire) about these people than calling elsewhere (but makes no real sense) - however, this may relate to a movie we saw last night in real life called “Buried” (with Ryan Reynolds) - by which the entire movie involves a live man buried in a wooden “coffin” making various phone calls - and somehow having enough air to breathe the entire time - even though he is usually gasping and panting like crazy as well as often using the lighter and having it going - proof the public will watch anything, I guess (I should talk…we watched it until the end).

We are not sure what they are after. Are they digging in various locations around the world to find parts of something to build, or only after one thing in a particular area where all the other spots are red herrings?

Later, there is static on the television that is on but it then looks like the image of a circular rainbow of concentric bands, with a sort of shifting oily effect (when the man says the “forbidden” word or name). The people that were digging are now in our house. One man is in the living room with me and is the only other person around at the time. I ask him what they were looking for and he says something like “Jowiwow” (Jowl-wee-wow), then seems horrified (as you are not supposed to say “Jowiwow” out loud or you will be carried away by a monster). Suddenly, a monster emerges from the television, growing larger, saying in a strange voice “I have come to take you to Krogarr!” The effect of the monster grabbing the man and going back into the television is very interesting - I clearly see a leg of the creature as the last visible part as it grows a little smaller and moves back into the television. There is no fear on my part.

It seems these people are involved in a desire or mission to worship this creature and change the world to their political viewpoint through his help - thus it is government-related after all. Another man comes in, saying “twenty-two is the key” (which of course I already knew for many years now). Unfortunately for him, because I want to be alone with my wife, I trick him into also saying the name “Jowiwow” and the monster comes again (from the television) - with an incomplete line about dominating or domination - “och krogar dominerade förr” (“past restaurants dominate” or something equally silly - unless you use the dream story’s intent which would then mean the dimension of “Krogarr” would conquer Earth’s past or alter history?), and this man suddenly knows he will die as well as the other who said the “name”, the monster a little bigger this time (at one point he even seems to have “friends” living in the walls of the house on “standby” - as the word “standby” once appeared on TV screens or maybe still does).

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In real life today, I tracked down the relevant comic book cover and noticed something interesting. Although it is not the actual date (it is the issue number), it says “13 Sept” - which is my wife’s birthday (if you take “13 Sept” at face value)! I doubt the creature was called “Jowiwow” though; it is probably just the usual fictional word gibberish dreams commonly offer.

Now comes the fun part! Noticing the sequence of the letters K-E-Y (see cover image below), and ALSO seeing the word “to” twice in close proximity (two-two), telling me something (a fractal cluster in numerical form) was going to be there (because of it sounding like that oh-so-funny number twenty-two - which often appears next to the words “sign” and “key” in various forms in many published sources I have seen). Doing a fractal cluster with the remaining letters, I see that it has my wife’s maiden name followed by the word “marriage”.

The word “krogarr” (with only one “r” though) can mean “taverns” (or “restaurants”) and appears with my wife’s name (full form) when doing a Google search - bringing up that same partial phrase relating to an Adobe PDF document (“Local Calls”): “och krogar dominerade förr”…thus this dream combines forms of postcognition with precognition (and likely remote viewing) and otherwise inexplicable patterns.

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My family and I were staying in a big, old house for some reason. There were other people there that I didn't know, strange kids. One girl walked around holding a big brightly coloured blanket behind her, dragging it on the ground.

That night, I was in the bedroom asleep, face down. I was awoken the sound of something being dropped onto the table next to the bed. I then heard a curious sounding male voice that was very clear, and sounded like it was in my head. He said "you have a delivery from a mysterious dark figure... a familiar old man". Then I turned and saw three tightly wrapped objects in a pile on my side table. They were shaped like dinner rolls. I watched as a tiny white orb like thing left the room out the door way.

I didn't open the wrapped objects in the dream, but there were three of them.

Pre bed: Gingko, l-arginine

Total sleep time: 6 hrs

Dream quality and recall: Very vivid, unstable, hard to recall all details and honestly didn’t notice them as much

WBTB: >1/2 latte, insomnia mostly caused by heat, dehydration and discomfort due to heavy junk food consumed at dinner

Technique: In the approx. 2 hours of insomnia, I faithfully did all possible techs I could think of, including mantras, SSILD, WILD, noticing dreamlets, initially to induce an ld, but mostly just trying to get back to sleep. As I was dehydrated had to drink some water then go to restroom several times, which made insomnia worse.

Dreamlet: some kind of palm tree as it is being painted

Pre WBTB dream impressions: high vividness, flying, friendly dogs in hometown (can't remember anything, just there was some strangeness involved)

Post WBTB LD Pack 1 (DILD+ 2xDEILD): I finally fall asleep, and find myself in a bus in a familiar city. My bf is to my right and there is a woman in front of me with a baby that she is about to feed. To her left is man, just another passenger that reacts to her moving around. I want to remark that there is not enough space for any action but then notice the hand of the man, he is now a woman and on his palm, slightly below the little finger is what looks like an eye.

An eye on his hand? Alarm! This can only be a dream! I am more excited than usual, possibly because I spotted this eye. I keep looking at it with interest. The eye on the hand is following the movement of the woman with the baby. Soon enough there is a whole face on the palm of that DC. It looks really crazy and cool! I am overjoyed and for some reason decide to shout out loud exactly "Dreamviews", this stabilizes the dream somewhat. Then I begin to ponder about undressing when the dream fades, I quickly pass through the void, and then feel my physical body.

I wait a bit and the dream picks up again. It is as if I am following a dream scenario so my dream self is on the way somewhere. This is very close to where I was previously in the bus. There is a small garden next to the bus station, so I am there, trying to hold on to the dream. I concentrate on the ground and look at the ultra detailed and vivid grass. Reminding me of the movie Gladiator, I have a moment of enjoyment touching and playing with lots of beautifully looking grass ears. They have a slight pinkish hue and are not like any grass type I have seen. As I move my hand from one grass ear to another, the dream slowly fades, I go through the void, and am back in bed.

I wait some more and the dream is back, but this time it is super unstable. If I remember correctly at this point I also get some of my dream paralysis, being unable to move my hand/shoulder (right one this time), but I try to ignore it, adjust my posture and it somehow disappears. I am more or less on the same place, I am trying to make my dream body behave according to a fake dream scenario and pretend that I am going somewhere again. On the street, facing a traffic lights pole, the dream is slipping away. I hug/grasp the pole and try to hold on to it, feel it, etc, then remember all that discussion about making out with the dream. I stretch out my tongue and start licking the pole with all might, but initially don't feel anything. I keep on licking until finally there is a distinct sensation of my tongue and the pole is more solid. The dream fades and I am back in bed - I have been moving my real tongue as well!

I decide to visit the restroom and continue with my efforts to fall asleep.

Random lucid fragment: I remember looking at the sky and seeing some strange white transparent ghost-like bird. I follow its flight and remember the other lucid where birds were transparent. My thinking is that maybe this is an OBE and real creatures look like that. I try to interact with the bird by calling it, exerting some kind of dream control on it.

Non-ld: Some kind of a FA, in our bedroom, with bf and Angela Merkel comes in. I am very happy that I will finally have the chance to ask her a few questions about her meetings and the state of the world economy. My memory is vague, but we talk about something, the dream fades and I wake up.

Struggling to fall asleep again.

LD Pack 2 (WILD + 2xDEILD): Because of the going in and out of the void, my memory is really elusive with this one, although it was very vivid and each part lasted a while.

I find myself in what vaguely reminds me of my ex-room. My boyfriend is sleeping in the bed. I notice that it is kind of dark (but not totally dark), so more out of habit than rational thinking, I head to where the light switch is, find a different looking light switch, give it a bit of a thought "What am I doing, expecting the room to become better lit after using a dream switch?", find this absurd, but turn on the light nevertheless. There is a slight change and some more light. It's ok. I am in mischievous mood, so decide to wake up my bf's DC. No way this DC puppet is my bf, it looks like him but I know it's not him. On with my task "assign a lucidity DC", I engage in a long talk with fake bf DC, explaining to him that he should keep on reminding me that this is a dream. He looks kind of dumb and doesn't respond anything and there is something creepy about him as well. I am starting to have regrets about waking this DC up. There is also some aggressive buzzing, some object is pushing me just next my right foot, I can feel it there, and really don't want to have anything to do with it or the fake bf DC. I look down trying to brush the small aggressor away, but there is nothing there, just my clothes and body....the dream destabilizes, passing throughout the void....I remain still.

Back to the same room, but of course it has changed a bit. It is on the ground floor and leads to an inside yard. One other thing that is worth noting is that I also heard some music playing in the background while in the room, it stopped while in the void, and then resumed with the dream. It is bright and sunny outside, autumn hues lit by the sun. My mood reflects the scene and the scene my mood. I am holding a bottle of coke, wonder whether I should leave it, but notice how much better I feel with my hands around an object. I continue walking, there are residential buildings surrounding the yard and it is raining and sunny at the same time. I want to have some fun with the rain, enjoy the scene. I lift up in the air in exhilaration, this lasts a while and as I am midair the dream fades and I am in my bed.

I know what to do, I wait and then wait some more. This time it is harder, but the dream comes back (same place). I feel my head touching the branch of a tree. It is as if I landed on the tree with my forehead. I shortly wonder whether this sensation may come from my physical body, but dismiss the thought. On the ground now, and happy to be back in this nice place. I notice a puddle and sure enough there is my reflection staring back at me. My dream reflection looks great, smiling, and my hair is just perfect. (It rarely looks that well styled irl) Naturally, I am impressed by this and especially by the flawless hairstyle.

Then it dawns on me that this was TOTM and I remember CL's comment that it seems like I always try to do all TOTM in one dream. At that moment, I am super confident that I will be able to do all the tasks even if the dream interrupts. The problem is I never memorized all 5 because of my task flexibility goal this month, so I try very hard to remember what they all were. I remember that with the dinosaur egg and look around. The yard is merging into an open room with all kinds of junk objects on the floor. I am looking for an egg. There are two balls, and one changes to have the hard surface of an egg and elongates slightly and there we have it - a perfect red egg the size of an ostrich's egg. (Finally some positive side effect of dream instability). I put the egg under my butt and start hatching it, holding it with one hand. It cracks and I expect something to come out and then of course the dream destabilizes and I am in the void in a strange position and feeling my body as well. I wait and wait but nothing happens this time, so I wake up and try to remember as much as possible before it fades.

Counted as 2 Lds (official) and 1 micro ld (info only).

PS: Writing this whole thing took much longer than dreaming it.

I have recently started to lucid dream,and to say not that good at it yet. Often i am fully aware that I'm dreaming, but don't always have the ability to control major things outside of myself, sometimes I do others I don't.
Well i was having a dream where I was on a country road that being a dessert terrain and mountains in the background. There were two ongoing telephone poles going down the road anyway there was a raven in the middle of the road just walking around so I chose to run up and scare it away. It worked but then 10 flew down a little ways away so I ran up to them and scared them away as well. Then hundreds and hundreds came flying around my body pecking and hitting me with there wings at first, but then they were slashing at my flesh ripping pieces off,I fell to the ground trying to push them away. I was able to control a bit by forming a ton of pressure around me to push them away but they soon overwhelmed me tearing off whole limbs I could see the blood gushing. The pain was aggonising I could feel it all but wouldn't wake up i felt the blood pour from my head.Out of the corner of my eye I could see were the ravens were coming from. It was a man in a black cloak from head to toe the ravens appeared to be flowing from the cloak,he didn't move but I could fell the power coning from him it was threatening me like it was trying to say leave or else,I felt the helplessness of being alone and powerless while he contenued there assault. When they finally killed me I sat up in my bed flaying my arms around trying to block the ravens, when I realized there were no ravens I clutched my chest and couldn't breath. I had cold sweat couldn't breath and felt like my chest was going to explode, This has made me weary of going lucid anymore. Why had the pain followed me into reality,Why had I lost control of my dream and why did it feel like all the power I had left me,and should I keep lucid dreaming.If you can answer my question that would mean alot

06-22-2013 -- [OK, talk about involved dreams in a short bit of time ... was drifting off into a nap at about 3:30 today, but was kept from it by a friend texting me at 3:33. I glanced at the text, but ignored making a reply because I didn't want to distract myself from drifting off to sleep. Something (possibly a knock on the door, but I'm not sure) woke me up at about 3:55, and I had this whole dream in my head. So it was all dreamed in under 20 minutes, possibly significantly under.]

I'm walking through a sort of cross between some sort of mental hospital and a live version of Runescape with my friend Dale, and I think we're on some sort of a quest that I can remember dreaming about before, probably two or three years ago. People are running around and yelling and screaming, making noise and being odd [as little kids keep doing outside my motel room in real life as I am trying to nap] as we're making our way through the maze-like corridors, grumbling about having no guidance and no maps.

Eventually I find myself in a wooded area out behind the building, where I can see the entrance to a familiar-looking graveyard with five graves in it. I know I have to go inside and help the grave digger get the right bodies in the right graves, but I find I can't walk normally. Somehow, even though this is live and not a computer game, I have to push the right keys to walk shorter or longer distances and in different directions. But with no keyboard and no memory of what keys, I'm completely lost. In addition, the graves are only 2 or 3 spaces apart, but the distances I can move are 5 or 8 spaces or something like that, so it is a big puzzle to figure out how to make the right spaces in the right directions to get in front of each individual grave so I can figure out who is supposed to be in each one. [The controls are kind of like for a game a skull ball.]

To make things worse, there are also little bits of sparkles around, and bits of glowing, circling dust, and I come to realize that we not only have to solve this puzzle in the 'real' Runescape world, but we also have to find a portal where we can switch into the spirit world, where the puzzle will be even more difficult, and solve it there, too. [A throwback to the Spirit of Summer/Corporeal Beast quests.] All with no maps, no guides, and just the vaguest of memories of trying to do this before and failing.

I finally give up, and just try to sit down on the short stone fence surrounding the graveyard and rest for a few minutes, but as I am, a cheerleader comes running past, screaming her head off, and as I start to recognize her as Claire Bennet, Sylar comes running behind her, still trying to cut her head open to gain her powers, and I have to try and help her to get away safely. Soon I find myself running through what halfway seems to be the kitchen at the Hickory house, except that there is a sort of a group therapy session going on here. As we rush in, Sylar is halfway behaving himself, pretending to be an ok person, and some crazy old lady is asking me if I am going to tell her any more stories about the psychotic watch-maker, and I am shushing her, trying to keep her from cluing Sylar in on the fact that we know who he is.

I'm trying to get him trapped in here with the oddly powerful and helpful patient who I suspect isn't really a patient, but about that time, somebody makes an announcement that 'Monica' was thrown out a few hours ago for 'telling lies' (ie the truth they don't want to have known), so it seems we aren't going to have any assistance from an angel on this one. Soon find we're chasing around the corridors again, and my friend Chris has joined us, but I don't seem to want him to follow me, so I run into a corridor that I think leads back to the door where we entered the building, but it is now very dark, and he turns out to be afraid of the dark, so doesn't follow me.

But somehow it seems to lead to somebody kind of leading me to bed and telling me to go to sleep (with hints of some kind of mind control in there, forcing me to forget about all that has been going on, and making me want to sleep) except that the door to my room is open, and all the lights have been left on in the room and the hall, so I get up again and start to wander around to try and turn off the lights, which somehow starts to awaken me once again to what I had been made to forget.

[And on top of dreaming all of that in 10-15 minutes, when I woke up, I was no longer tired. A 10-15 minute nap that was that filled with a crazy dream was enough to wipe away my sleepiness.]